As the Burrito Burns

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

Fishin' for Supper.

While the brothers, my nephew and our friends were here, I organized a fishing trip that made salty seamen out of a bunch of land-lubbers. What a trip they had!

They left from the pier at Los Muertos beach early one Tuesday morning, four guys and a crew of two. None of the passengers have much (or any) deep sea fishing experience so I gather they were somewhat amazed by what Mother Nature had to offer. As they sped towards the open sea, they rolled slowly across the massive expanse of water, through schools of frantically jumping fish, giant rays and the odd sea turtle. It took them a good while to get to where the rest of the boats were, obviously following a pattern known only to the local fishermen. During this time the bros were fighting sea sickness and wondering if this was such a good idea! They basically kicked back and let the crew set the lines. As anyone knows, fishing is mostly a waiting game. Apparently, they didn't have to wait long when Ziiing! What monster from the deep had taken the bait? The boys were in for a fight! We later learned that while our friend fought the valiant battle to land his fish, the nephew was busy "chumming" for more fish, if you get my drift. It was not as idyllic as they imagined!
Meanwhile, back on the beach, the women had set up a table near the pier where we could watch them come in as they were due to arrive at about 11:30 am. Time ticked slowly by when all of a sudden we looked out to see the gang coming ashore from their fishing boat in a tiny wooden craft left over from days gone by; a total relic of a boat being oared by a sailor of similar vintage. As they reached shore, they stepped out hoisting two giant fish of about 30 lbs each which the locals call "Toro" probably because they fight like a bull on the line! Can you say proud fishermen? It was a site to behold and several moments were spent taking photos of the prize catch. The fish were then handed over to the kitchen staff at "Langostino's" where the largest fish was quickly rendered into an enormous pile of fillets for the BBQ. Dinner Party!

More later.

1 Comments:

  • At 8:31 AM, Blogger Andrea J. Carman said…

    Thanks, Greg! Read on for a description of dinner and if you have more suggestions, let me know.

    Life continues to be sunny. xo

     

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